Catherine Coulter Novels & Stories

Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most. How was that even possible? She had racked her brain to get rid of that slut only to send her to a more prominent person. And even that bastard Mark wanted to go and find her personally? “No!” she shouted. From what she overheard; Mark still had no inkling that she was the one who had ordered Maya to be killed. She knew that if he found out, it will be the end for her. She will never clear her name.

“The most unforgivable crime might be... Shena, who killed Assa, attempted suicide, and accused me of being the perpetrator.” “But what about Arsila? Aren’t they all in cahoots? Could Arsila be sentenced for physically abusing Dhira?” With so many questions, Catherine put on her jacket and called a taxi. She went downstairs to the apartment building’s lobby, where the taxi was waiting. Her destination was Aurora Lee's house, though she wasn’t sure if the woman would be home. Especially after Aurora's status was revealed as the owner of Coquet Nature, and she passed on the CEO position to Dhira as the main heir.

At this moment, a strange man appeared, pressed close to her and reached out his dirty hand to touch her body. Her face turned pale and she turned around to catch the face of that pervert. The place where she stood was damn quiet and there was a lack of people at this time, so that man could dare to harass her. Opposed to that bastard thought, Catherine was not soft enough to act on. She immediately raised her hand to give him a slap. With a sudden act, that pervert man was surprised but could not do anything other than stand still and have a slap right on his cheek.

I held my breathe as I walked, bracing myself for the worst case scenario. Nothing prepared me for what I saw on the other side of the bed. Catherine was spread on the ground, covered in a pool of her own blood. She was completely decapitated, like she was torn from inside out. There was blood everywhere and I didn’t need to check a pulse to know she was dead. I froze to the spot as I watched in horror what was left of Catherine. I could hardly process any thoughts and Vilkus let out a loud sorrowful growl, one which I repeated out loud. I fell to my knees and let out a scream that shook the foundation of the building.

She throws her arms in the air, “Oh, come on Sara. Wealth has nothing to do with it. Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the horns and damn the consequences. Mira and Kayla got into wealth because their mother snuggled her way to Daemon Denvers bed and got a ring for it. Change happens when you do something about it.” I chuckle, “Didn't rumors spread then that she had something to do with his previous wife and only child's death?” “I can assure you, Baby girl,” she says, “Those weren't rumors. If there is one thing I know of Catherine is that she is mean, calculative and wicked. A house that the Denvers had lived in for years suddenly has a gas explosion when Catherine comes into the

No one answered her. ... I spent two weeks recovering on the yacht. The woman who saved me was Scarlett Newman, the daughter of the CEO of another company victimized in that acquisition deal years ago. Her father had jumped to his death, and she had been investigating the case under a false identity for six years. During those two weeks, the outside world had exploded. Headlines screamed things like [Prominent Entrepreneur, Liam Stone, Suspected of Murdering Ex-Husband of Wife] and [Billionaire Feud: The Bloody Truth Behind Fifty Billion Dollars].

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I pull out fast. Catherine had a five-minute head start. But I know which direction she went, and I know where Vincent's house is. "She's going to warn him," Aurora says. "Maybe." "Or she's going to try to stop him." "Also possible." "Which one do you believe?" I do not answer because I do not know. Catherine Reed has spent twenty-six years married to a man who killed my father. She stayed, she survived, she did nothing, but tonight she came to us.

5 VIKTOR I watched her closely, marveling at the transformation. This wasn’t the woman sent to destroy me. This was something else—something darker. Her first kill was clumsy, but effective. The blade wavered before she found her rhythm, but once she did, she carved out a piece of herself and left it bleeding on the floor with the corpse. I knew then that she was mine, wholly and irrevocably. She didn’t flinch when the blood spattered on her face, didn’t turn away when the man’s eyes dimmed to nothing.

It was a note, typed on a modern machine, paper crisp and new, clipped directly over a photograph of Cattleya herself leaving the Vesper Estate the night before. “You think you are studying the anomaly, Cattleya. You think you are the hunter. But you have walked into the cage, and the lock has already been turned.†A floorboard creaked behind her. Cattleya froze. She didn”t turn around. She didn”t reach for her scalpel. The sound of heavy, measured footsteps began to advance slowly, deliberately, down the aisle toward her. A voice, low and devoid of all warmth, drifted out of the darkness.